Chapter 12: I Do (Part 2)
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"What on earth do you think you're doing here?" Quinn demanded to Russell.
"Just stepping in to celebrate the wedding of one of my family members. Actually, I am celebrating the fact that now I have the perfect opportunity to criticize my daughter on the events in her life."
"You have no right to be here," she said, her voice rising in anger. "Leave immediately!"
"Oh, no," Russell said in a baby voice, "I'm so scared of a little girl who had a child at 16! Listen here, I'm not leaving until I'm finished."
Suddenly, a hand reached out and slapped Russell across the face. It was Quinn. "Get out, now," she said through gritted teeth, "before I call the police!"
Russell backed away, but suddenly noticed something in the corner of his eye.
"Ah, yes. This must be the child that was born to my irresponsible, careless, foolish, irrational, stupid daughter. I can tell you something Quinn – and I want you to listen. This child will turn out exactly like you and that filthy scoundrel of yours you call a husband. Are you forgetting that he was the one who completely destroyed your life? You married a man who was the reason I disowned you and kicked you out and-"
Quinn cut him off. "I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TALK ABOUT MY HUSBAND OR MY DAUGHTER IN THIS WAY!" She yelled. "NOW SHUT UP AND GET OUT YOU SON OF A #$%&!"
Russell gasped. "How dare you call me names, when you are an insolent slut! You can't deny it, and this daughter of yours is too!"
At that point, Quinn had had enough. She stomped over to the slushie machine, filled a cup, marched back to Russell, and threw it on his face. Giving a signal, the rest of the former glee club members each grabbed a cup and flung the cold, red liquid at Russell.
The last to go was Puck who had three cups. "This is for insulting me, my daughter, and my wife."
And with that, he flung all of them in Russell's face at one time.
Russell staggered back, dripping from head to toe with red slushie.
He glanced at the surrounding guests, and ran out the door as the guests cheered.
All but three of them. Quinn ran out of the room, tears in her eyes. Her wedding day was supposed to be perfect – supposed to have no problems. But now it was all ruined. Suddenly, she bumped into a figure.
"Don't listen to him," Puck said. "None of that is true in the slightest bit. He's just a-"
"Language, Puck," Quinn gently reminded him.
Puck nodded. "He ruined it!" Quinn sobbed into Puck's embrace. "He ruined everything!"
"Quinn-" he began.
"No. What if he's right? What if Beth turns out like me? It'll be all my fault and I'll never be able to forgive myself!"
"I may turn out like you, but then what does he know? Even if I do, I know that I'll have a mom and dad who will never disown me or kick me out," a small voice said from behind them.
The two of them spun around. "Beth! Oh, honey I'm so sorry," Quinn said.
"It's okay," she answered. "How about let's pretend that this never happened, and go back out there and enjoy the party? You guys still have to cut the cake."
Puck smiled. "Indeed we do. Shall we?"
He held out his arms, and Beth and Quinn took one on each side of him, walking back to the room.
And at that moment Quinn smiled. She had two people in her life who truly cared about her, and she didn't know what she would do without them.
